Standing back, watching life carry on around me,
imagining sitting on a boulder, throwing stones
into a pond of water.
That's how I think of life, just sitting here as
events and situations - circumstances, get thrown
at me.
For I am a pond of tears, because of all the sorrow
that has become and drowned me through the years.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thinking-of-life/
